Journal

We are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine and the machine is bleeding to death...I said: "kiss me, you're beautiful..these are truly the last days"You grabbed my hand and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever...The Dead Flag Blues

We're safe for now, the sunset can't be walked into because it's always already right hereOur promises can't be made or broken because everything happens at the same timeWe won't have our loves ordered according to anythingWe would rather live in fear of violence no longer contained in the holding of hands...Nobody Wants To Be Had

Hope is a dirty word that'll stab you in the back when you offer up your throat. Goodbye to you, you mean nothing..you mean nothing to me now. You're a sheet of paper with a word written on it blowing in the wind. And soon you'll land and rot by the side of the road and the word will sigh and the word will fade and be gone. And I won't remember who you are... A Sudden Intake of Breath …